escaped. a day or so had passed when he popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There he was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when he saw the numa numa guy starin' at him from the back of a milk carton.
Well, his heart just dropped.
So, he decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler wearing ice skates. Shortly after....